"What did you say? Uncle Four found something I was looking for?" Yang Chuxia didn't immediately recall what Yang Qingbao was talking about.
Yang Qingbao took a deep breath before saying, "Didn't you draw that weird grass on paper and ask everyone to help you find it? Uncle Four found it!"
As soon as Yang Qingbao finished speaking, Yang Chuxia was gone.
As she rushed to the old house, she couldn't help but complain in her heart, "Damn it, is the God playing with me? Why did it have to be Yang Xiaochuan to find it? Don't I know what kind of person he is?"
Sure enough, when she arrived at the old house, she noticed a crowd gathered nearby but didn't hear the voices of Yang Xiaochuan and his wife.
"Hey Xiaxia, I heard your Uncle Four found the thing you were looking for." Aunt Caixia told her when she saw Yang Chuxia approaching.